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Keith yawned in Korean as he headed to the kitchen to pour himself a bowl of kimchi like he did every morning. As he took a bite, he turned on the radio to  안녕 radio (a/n: that means anyeong which is hello, i looked it up in google translate) which was playing one of his favourite songs, ‘Oppa Gangnam Style’. He didn’t feel at ease unless he listened to K-pop at the start of his day.

(((Vivian i’m writing a continuation from my grave jsyk ily omg))) Keith felt PSY’s singing reverberate throughout his entire body as he moved his smooth milky cream pale asian aesthetic uwu ass to the beat. Suddenly, he felt a presence of color and turned around to see Lance’s dark white autumn macchiato cheeks blush a demure pastel pink shade.

Keith stopped gyrating in the air and clumsily shut the radio off. He was so embarrassed, he slipped into The Primal Multilingual Zone and stammered emotionally, filled with emotion, “ㅁ-뭐 are 너 doing there?!” 

Lance simply smirked flirtily, in a sensual flirtacious manner, and shot Keith some finger guns with his long ass dorito fingers. “Keith Bae, you’re gonna make me bean.”

(((AAAAHHG I WOULD WRITE MORE BUT IM CRYING ANF I HATEB EVERYTHING GJKHFJGLL)))